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Lyrics : Allegations*
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I tell these pu**y a** n***as suck my d**k (Yes sir, yes sir)
Ayy, yuh, yeah, ayy ,ayy (Yes sir, free Tay, free Tay)
You, not a killer you fold under pressure
I put him to the left, yeah you know I [?]
Hit his a** with this choppa I know that he felt
B*t*h, I know how to rob, you know that I'm stealth
When sh*t go down who really gon' slide?
I saw me a murder when I was just five
Homicide on my brain you know that I'm traumatized
I comfort my opps so you know that his mama died
B*t*h I beef in the field, I don't need no cleats
B*t*h I'm not from Miami but I keep my heat
And my Glock on my side every time that I sleep
That choppa make 'em sweat like he was Keith
Finger on the trigger b*t*h, you know that I shoot
When the opps see me, you know they salute
B*t*h you know I'm the sickest like I had the flute
Put your a** in the ground like he was a root
N***a watch your mouth, who the f**k is you buggin?
I shot him two times, he ain't die so he lucky
You can call me Shakur cause a young n***a thuggin'
Bullets real hot like I put them in the oven
AR-15 with the two, two, threes
I get a n***a burnt like Charlie Sheen
All black with the mask so you know I ain't seen
My n***as they shootin' like they was Kareem
Glock got a dildo, never been a weirdo, pull up at your front door, Shoot like Rondo, hoes in the condo, d**k in her tonsils
When I'm gonna nut I'ma kick 'em out pronto
Who got shot, n***a I really...
I tell these pu**y a** n***as suck my d**k (Yes sir, yes sir)
Ayy, yuh, yeah, ayy ,ayy (Yes sir, free Tay, free Tay)
You, not a killer you fold under pressure
I put him to the left, yeah you know I [?]
Hit his a** with this choppa I know that he felt
B*t*h, I know how to rob, you know that I'm stealth
When sh*t go down who really gon' slide?
I saw me a murder when I was just five
Homicide on my brain you know that I'm traumatized
I comfort my opps so you know that his mama died
B*t*h I beef in the field, I don't need no cleats
B*t*h I'm not from Miami but I keep my heat
And my Glock on my side every time that I sleep
That choppa make 'em sweat like he was Keith
Finger on the trigger b*t*h, you know that I shoot
When the opps see me, you know they salute
B*t*h you know I'm the sickest like I had the flute
Put your a** in the ground like he was a root
N***a watch your mouth, who the f**k is you buggin?
I shot him two times, he ain't die so he lucky
You can call me Shakur cause a young n***a thuggin'
Bullets real hot like I put them in the oven
AR-15 with the two, two, threes
I get a n***a burnt like Charlie Sheen
All black with the mask so you know I ain't seen
My n***as they shootin' like they was Kareem
Glock got a dildo, never been a weirdo, pull up at your front door, Shoot like Rondo, hoes in the condo, d**k in her tonsils
When I'm gonna nut I'ma kick 'em out pronto
Who got shot, n***a I really...
